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Flight of the Eagle

Assassin's Creed Movie Meme

Welcome. You are about to enter the Animus. What you are about to experience are the memories of a person who has been dead for many years.

Begin synchronization...

The Players:

1. The Subject - Whether this was your idea or someone else's, you are going to go deep inside your DNA and discover what your ancestors were made of.

2. Scientist - It's all in the name of science, finding out what secrets are hidden within the DNA of others.

3. Assassin - The same blood runs in your veins as that of your ancestors. Stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent. Never compromise the Brotherhood. Hide in plain sight. We are Assassins.

4. Templar - We require no creed. We strive to create a perfect world...one without Assassins in it.

5. Something Else - The other option.

Scenarios:

1. Kidnapped - This was not your idea, you've been forced into the Animus and someone is using you to find out about your past.

2. Voluntary - This definitely was your idea, you're going through with it of your own volition and getting into the Animus to see what your ancestors saw.

3. Kill Someone - Sending you back in time to kill that certain person to make the future a better place...or will it?

4. Artifact - Find that one item lost to the pages of history.

5. Stop Assassination - Prevent someone from dying in the past to change the future.

6. Leap of Faith - Jump off something high and make sure you look cool on the way down. Is that a bale of hay?

[P.S. if anyone has suggestions for the meme, please let me know, it is new and needs refined]

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Edited 2016-12-24 03:58 (UTC)

[ I love this meme, so... Old-school Assassin near the end of the Golden Age of Piracy. ]

[ooc: perhaps Watson's ancestor is a doctor and gets *ahem* recruited in the middle of the night to patch up a crew member?]

[ooc: I'm down for it! Sounds like fun ]

Usually a sleepy fishing village was a pretty sedate place to live. But for the one and only doctor on the island, life was about to get far more interesting. He had been rousted from his sleep in the middle of the night, right out of his bed by a couple of shady characters at gunpoint.

"Alright, ALRIGHT mate, I'm going," he said annoyed as he pulled his clothes on over his nightshirt, prodded along towards the door, his black bag grabbed by another of the ruffians. "Hey, careful, that's fragile!" he said before a sack was placed over his head so he couldn't see where he was going. A long march later, Dr. Watson wondered the whole way if he was going to get out of this alive. They obviously needed him for something, but what he couldn't determine. Nobody would say a word to him, obviously acting under orders.

[ Assassin Mentor, early 16th century or the modern day, I'm easy. Let's stab bad guys together~~ ]

Six's past had always been hidden from others, he was a man of few words and efficient actions. So it was surprising he had agreed to this experiment. Entering a machine that would allow him to see the memories of his ancestors many years ago.

The first sensation he notices is that it's dark. He's moving, marching along with a small group of men behind him. Soldiers as their weapons clanking against their armor would suggest. They were moving through a small town, people around them giving space to pass as they quickly darted inside their homes. Six did not know where they were headed but he knew he could not stop the memory if he wanted to. He would have to ride it out.

They come to a halt with one gesture from Six outside a certain building. One of the guards pounds on the door. The man who opens the door seems confused at such a party of soldiers at his door. "Leonardo Da Vinci..." Six said firmly, moving into the house uninvited as the guards surround the man. "We have some questions that need answering." The Templars had ordered Six to interrogate this man and he was going to do so.

[ooc: hope this is okay, I've never played the game but I figured Six's backstory would fit in it nicely. let me know if I should change anything.]

[definitely assassin material though possibly former templar]

Edited 2016-12-24 14:17 (UTC)

[blind assassin]

[Let's Kenway the shit out of this: Pirate/Assassin at the end of the Golden age.]

[Human AU, of course. Specifically, a former Assassin who ditched the Creed to go freelance. He still has the hidden blade.]

[ooc: Informant and information broker.]

[A young man born from a family involved in templar matters, and then turned to the Brotherhood to help him find his own answers and place in the world. This was not an easy choice, but by no means was it a hard one to further put a rift between himself as a person and his family's unsavory ideals of him.

Dislikes violence in general, but will resort to it without hesitation should the situation need it. Has a particular fondness for heavy melee weapons when he gets the chance to use them.

[Impatience is his strongest flaw, which has gotten him trouble as a result (but he does try to be patient!) Defaults to modern-day, but I'm flexible.]

[Assassin duh!]

[Templar]

[Assassin]

[Scientist]

Why

[ooc: since I haven't gotten too far in the game, would you want to make up something random like Altair needing to hide and Jackie's ancestor ending up helping him? Or something else?]

[OOC: Sure, I can work with that.]

It had been a rather normal day up till then. Alethea was carrying water from the nearby well back home, the container on her head as she walked along the dirt road with the other foot traffic. The town was not a large one but it was busy enough at this time of midday. There was talk though, rumors passed through whispers that the guards were looking for someone. Someone dangerous.

Alethea would hate to be in their shoes if they were found.

Another day, another trip through Altaïr's memories. Today finds Desmond riding somewhere through the mountains...somewhere near Jerusalem, it looks like? He was only a few names into the List of Nine that Al Mualim had given him to regain his honor (and his equipment), and despite his best efforts, he'd aroused the suspicion of the Saracens on his way into the city.

Altaïr was riding hard when he came upon the group of water-carriers, and he shouts as he rides by, hoping that he was giving enough advanced warning for the fact that he was probably about to knock over the whole group.

"Afwan! Coming through!"

Were it not for the short blade strapped to his back, one might mistake him for a monk, but it was clear that this was a dangerous man, being pursued by dangerous people.

Jackie was still trying to figure out what on earth was going on. She didn't remember anything except being this woman carrying a water pitcher.

At the noise of hoofbeats, Alethea jumped back with the others to avoid being trampled. But her natural observation skills kicked in as the rider sailed past. That was no monk, that one was armed! It had to be the one the soldiers were looking for. The others around her commented on how rude the rider had been, going back to carrying their water. But she couldn't let it go. Call it curiosity or madness, either way she wanted to find out what was going on.

Behind her, a group of soldiers was running up to question the group carrying water. Her own jug left behind as she quickly runs in the direction of the horse carrying the man towards the town.

The one bad thing about riding up to a city while you were being pursued, was that the city's gate guards would almost always attack and join their mountainous counterparts, forcing Desmond into (yet another) needless fight. Surrounded on all sides by guards, Altaïr waved his short blade in the faces of those who dared to wander close, and counterattacked anyone brazen enough to swing their sword at him.

It only lasted a few minutes, but for Desmond, the mental strain made it feel like hours, and soon enough, he was picking up corpses to march them off to some out-of-sight corner for hiding. The last thing he needed was a curious guard to come across his handiwork before he even got into the city, and thankfully, his display kept most everyone else at a distance.

It wasn't hard to follow the yells of pain and surprise. Why am I doing this?? she thought to herself, still running towards the sounds of danger.

Pulling up to a stop next to a wall and peeking around...oh no, those were...were bodies he was dragging away! What had she gotten herself into? Slowly, she moved closer. Knowing somewhere in the back of her mind, this was a bad idea to sneak up on such a person. She had to see who it was.

[subject/assassin]

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Flight of the Eagle

Horatio Caine | CSI: Miami

Elizabeth Ross | MCU

Dr. John Watson | BBC Sherlock

Jackie Spencer | Psych OC

Elizabeth Swann | Pirates of the Caribbean | OTA

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Ezio Auditore | Assassin's Creed | OTA

Templar - Voluntary

Connor | Assassin's Creed 3 | OTA

Agent Six | Generator Rex

Matt Murdock/Daredevil | Incredible Hulk tv movie

Hector Barbossa | Those Stupid Movies About Pirates

Lockdown | Transformers Animated | OTA

Poe Dameron | Star Wars

Ren Nagai | original character | OTA, ships/etc-friendly

Evie Frye | Assassin's Creed: Syndicate

Malcolm Meryln l DCTV l ota

Stephen Strange l MCU l ota

Kendra Saunders l DCTV l ota

Bruce Banner l MCU l ota

daniel cross | assassin's creed

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Desmond Miles | Assassin's Creed | OTA

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hope this works?

I can make it work. An (unknowingly) shared Animus session?

good idea

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Illya Kuryakin | MFU